Oddly, my pants feel snug.

I think my daughter is falling asleep on the kitchen floor. She has fluffy blankies (too much so for me) and a vacant bed, but there she is, sprawled on the nicked linoleum. At least the dog is curled up in her brand new cat bed. The son is placidly flipping controls at his new Wii, which I helped him purchase. Will he complete his homework this weekend, or will he continue to be absorbed by this new console with its better-than-ever Zelda game?

I have more college recommendation letters to write, plus my students' book reviews to their school blog. Other than that, I wiped out two giant stacks of overdue homework last week so I could really enjoy this long, long Thanksgiving break. Oh yeah, there's finishing the apps for my own son's college journey. However, the enthusiasm he shows for entering college is so low compared to how he feels about this new Wii that I'm thinking maybe he should wait a bit before starting college. This is hard to gauge. And all relatives have different kinds of advice to share.

Thanksgiving was fine enough. We all ate too much, and pretty much all of it was high in fat and carbs. I got the heavy whipping cream instead of the lite version, and it whipped in 15 seconds I kid you not. Almost went to butter. Also made the sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top for some insane reason. I must've seen one ad too many, because I have never had the urge to put marshmallows on top of yams or sweet potatoes before, but I did yesterday. And they were fabulous, very desserty. Scrumptious (a word I truly abhor).

Found a foil-wrapped package of organic rolls in the oven today. They cost me $3.00 at Whole Foods. Maybe I'll make a bread pudding out of them. Low-fat version, to be sure.

One cute thing from yesterday: I looked out the window at one point and it seemed we were surrounded by families (neighbors) who were serving dinner to their whatevers. Usually it seems like most everyone goes away around here, and it's relatively quiet on the day. Our next door neighbors' relatives came and were roller blading or something in front of our house, and I found out today that one of the young boys fell and broke his arm.

I guess that's not that interesting. My blogging feels kind of pointless. Maybe that's what blogging is all about. And maybe that's what the Friday after Thanksgiving is also all about. Pointlessness. That's not so bad.

I wish we would leave Iraq immediately. Seeing the numbers of deaths mounting up since it seems to be pretty much agreed by all that our being there is completely wrong, well, seeing that more are dying and being ruined by this is crazy. To put it dumbly.